Cheetah's Saliva Is A Styptic

The catwoman dropped down onto all fours and crawled over to Lois over Tonya Wong's corpse. Cheetah's claws clacked on the metal floor of the elevator. Her nostrils widened slightly, and this close Lois could see that she had small whiskers, very fine but poking out of the fur above her lip.

"Vampire saliva contains an anticoagulant—they want the blood to flow," Cheetah said. "My saliva, however, acts as a styptic. They should cancel each other out."

Lois Lane's brow crinkled. "But cat saliva isn't...aaagh!"

The reporter's ruminations were cut off as Cheetah nuzzled her crotch—and a long, pink tongue, wider and stronger than Tonya's, slithered in and around Lois Lane's crotch. Shaking and barely able to stand, Lois clutched instead at the elevator walls as Cheetah's tongue lapped at her cunny like a cat cleaning her fur...and Lois was glad, then, that the texture of Cheetah's tongue was more human than feline. The wounds in the reporter's labia burned as whatever chemical or biological agents warred...but, as Lois panted and her breasts heaved, she looked down and saw that the blood flow quickly ceased.

Cheetah didn't, however. Her cold, wet nose pressed against the reporter's clit as that long tongue pushed deep inside Lois Lane's cleft...far deeper than she was comfortable with, not that she was about to tell the catwoman to stop. The reporter's breathing went from panicked to euphoric, little moans escaping from her lips, anticipation rising in her body, little waves of pleasure crashing over her one after another, building higher and higher, ready to reach a peak...